"JASON" lyrics
Look, like
I don't want to talk, I don't want to do texts, I don't want to do calls, nah
I don't want to see your face, (nah) and I don't want to keep it cool, (fuck that)
I thank God for the times I was stuck in your open doors
I'm doing this all for my mum, can't forget the times she was scraping floors
Nothing but struggle, I jumped on my feet and I fucking hustled
I was humble but I never did chuckle
Try to test me then I come up and scuffle
One two jab to the face if it's beef then I use my knuckles
I don't want to use no bleaky so you try to beef me, that's bless I'll give man a double
Was ten years old when I thought to myself I'm a baller
Been banging them girls and chatting to beanies
Little JAY1 I was more than a scorer
Never got grabbed from school had to jump on the bus cause the boy was poor
I never complained I just kept my faith, young Jason said I was far from a talker
I just kept it moving, I don't want to think too much
Cause it's clear to see that I was losing
It's clear to see that I was broke, huh
Spread the butter on a toast
My mum was struggling to cope
Cause we wasn't really getting dough, (no)
But my dad was active, yeah yeah he was on
I didn't really see him too tough so we couldn't link up and bond, (nah)
I didn't really want to spend time at home
I put on my crepe and the boy was gone
Get out the socks and the lay one with the mandem one time the socks would get rocked
Then it's back to the crib, I'm chilling with bro and sis
Freeding my bag from socks, the man can be made of this
She's shouting at me like JAY how you pay for this
It's all good gotta feed the fam, Jason said I'm made for this
Look, like
I don't want to talk, I don't want to do texts, I don't want to do calls, nah
I don't want to see your face, (nah) and I don't want to keep it cool, (fuck that)
I thank God for the times I was stuck in your open doors
I'm doing this all for my mum, can't forget the times she was scraping floors
Nothing but struggle, I jumped on my feet and I fucking hustled
I was humble but I never did chuckle
Try to test me then I come up and scuffle
One two jab to the face if it's beef then I use my knuckles
I don't want to use no bleaky so you try to beef me, that's bless I'll give man a double
I don't want to talk, I don't want to do texts, I don't want to do calls, nah
I don't want to see your face, (nah) and I don't want to keep it cool, (fuck that)
I thank God for the times I was stuck in your open doors
I'm doing this all for my mum, can't forget the times she was scraping floors
Nothing but struggle, I jumped on my feet and I fucking hustled
I was humble but I never did chuckle
Try to test me then I come up and scuffle
One two jab to the face if it's beef then I use my knuckles
I don't want to use no bleaky so you try to beef me, that's bless I'll give man a double
Was ten years old when I thought to myself I'm a baller
Been banging them girls and chatting to beanies
Little JAY1 I was more than a scorer
Never got grabbed from school had to jump on the bus cause the boy was poor
I never complained I just kept my faith, young Jason said I was far from a talker
I just kept it moving, I don't want to think too much
Cause it's clear to see that I was losing
It's clear to see that I was broke, huh
Spread the butter on a toast
My mum was struggling to cope
Cause we wasn't really getting dough, (no)
But my dad was active, yeah yeah he was on
I didn't really see him too tough so we couldn't link up and bond, (nah)
I didn't really want to spend time at home
I put on my crepe and the boy was gone
Get out the socks and the lay one with the mandem one time the socks would get rocked
Then it's back to the crib, I'm chilling with bro and sis
Freeding my bag from socks, the man can be made of this
She's shouting at me like JAY how you pay for this
It's all good gotta feed the fam, Jason said I'm made for this
Look, like
I don't want to talk, I don't want to do texts, I don't want to do calls, nah
I don't want to see your face, (nah) and I don't want to keep it cool, (fuck that)
I thank God for the times I was stuck in your open doors
I'm doing this all for my mum, can't forget the times she was scraping floors
Nothing but struggle, I jumped on my feet and I fucking hustled
I was humble but I never did chuckle
Try to test me then I come up and scuffle
One two jab to the face if it's beef then I use my knuckles
I don't want to use no bleaky so you try to beef me, that's bless I'll give man a double
